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verse 1:

i just want some dome
imma beat u with my cone
call yo girl with my phone
kevin gates is not alone

i don’t care bout what think
imma kick you like the rinks
no flinching see you blink
like consumerism pink

p-ssy, money, weed, all a homie needs
trapping balling calling give a f-ck bout what you feed
imma fill out this scantron til the pencil makes me bleed
caught cheating on your tests, i call you special needs

walk up back to cl-ss
people smoking gas (loud)
naruto running fast
lil goku kicking -ss

beef with teams
phonies sipping lean
oregano for the green
pictures of the phene

chrous:
trill lil profit don’t know what’s going on
he don’t even know what’s in this song
his mind feels like a 720 hexagon
vibing, scribing, bribing, trying, upper echelon

verse 2:

dirty soda in their cups
got the xans in their pants
bought a swisher from their pup
just a herb just a plant

clap-back, heart attack
twitter fingers got your back
homie needs the almanac
one hundred forty quarterback

why talk sh-t when we know you gonna hide
may as well identify yourself as a bride
no ones gonna help you out, you decide
type type type, yea, no reply

my homie got dirty soda in the styrofoam
take a sip of it, watch and wait it, it will send you home
only better than the dirty soda is the road dome
when we hit the cudi zone you best leave us alone

chrous:
trill lil profit don’t know what’s going on
he don’t even know what’s in this song
his mind feels like a 720 hexagon
vibing, scribing, bribing, trying upper echelon

verse 3:

pull up to your crib
lemme spit my ad libs
watch your baby watch it’s bib
finesse the green finesse the rib

can you take my photo
all them shaped like pidgeoto
wings hot they be buffalo
pizza from the domino

don’t overthink these bars
just vibe in yo car
spread my jams like the tar
lets plan to make it far

let’s hijack the plug like we are not done but little do they know where we be coming from
shouts to my broward homies we hit a home run
free x and free kodak, in fact free everyone
(yea, aye, yea, everyone) x2

chrous:
trill lil profit don’t know what’s going on
he don’t even know what’s in this song
his mind feels like a 720 hexagon
vibing, scribing, bribing, trying upper echelon

- lil profit

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